Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously headed for early success, but, rather, an ability to work for something because it is good, not just because it stands a chance to succeed. The more unpropitious the situation in which we demonstrate hope, the deeper that hope is. Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out. In short, I think that the deepest and most important form of hope, the only one that can keep us above water and urge us to good works, and the only true source of the breathtaking dimension of the human spirit and its efforts, is something we get, as it were, from ‘elsewhere.’ It is also this hope, above all, which gives us the strength to live and continually to try new things, even in conditions that seem as hopeless as ours do, here and now.
Got a quick shoulder workout in today. It was f grueling.
4x20 - Face pulls
3x15 lateral raises keeping the tension on the muscle and going up high immediately followed by high upright rows
3x12 db seated military press full rom
It packs a punch.
Not too many gym THOTs in there today. The women working the front desk had a really nice booty though. Another woman in classic gym THOT playbook was doing deep step ups with a sweatshirt wrapped around her waist. In classic gym THOT playbook once she got pumped up the sweatshirt came off and the cheeks came out. Working towards lean jackedness is good. It makes sense. Gym THOTs give me hope.
Was just playing Enter Sandman by Metallica on the guitar. Nice classic riff it's just not fucking heavy enough. I should look into more drop D songs because that is getting a little heavier but what I thirst for, what I crave is 7 string drop G# but I have no money for another guitar.
Today's lift was a shit show. I was doing Jeff Nippard's Perfect Leg Day. I get there and someone is using the trap bar so I pace around for a while. The deadlifts felt fine. I think it's more so just to prime the central nervous system and fire some muscles up.
I haven't done RDLs (Romanian Deadlifts) in a long ass time. They felt horrible. I only did one set of 8.
Then, I get to the leg press. I figure out how to use the safety. I haven't leg pressed in a million years either. No idea what the fuck weights I should be using. I just throw some 45s on there and do a set of 10. Throw some more 45s on there and do another set of 10. It's pretty light. I have no idea. I just say fuck it and move on to some seated leg curls. 3 sets of 8. That actually felt really nice. Oh, I was supposed to do Glute Ham Raises (GHRs) but I haven't fucking done those since university. No idea if I can even do body weight GHRs. Seated Hamstring Curls seemed a decent substitution and no on was on the machine so that was cool. Right when I was on my way to do some Leg Extensions a dude and his girl jumped on the machine. Fuck my life. I am sick of waiting. I'm out. Just a terrible workout and I lacked major discipline.
Oh well, no one gives a fuck about legs except bodybuilders anyways right???
There's always tomorrow. I was going to take the day off tomorrow but I had such a half ass workout I don't think I need to and I'm kind of pissed off.
The mind muscle meld was there and there weren't many reps in reserve (RIR) to be found.
Overall, the music wasn't really hitting. It wasn't the best vibes but the tension on the muscle was about as good as it gets. Some days on chest I seem to have a bunch of stress and anxiety built up or I'm just straight up violent for whatever reason but not every day is going to be like that. I could be overtraining but I can be proud of the effort today. I'm still going to plan on going in tomorrow for back / bi day and see how that feels but I'll def be taking a rest day after back / bi.
This had me dancing:
I don't like listening to phonk in my workouts because I get sick of it and a lot of it is trash but this one hits the spot.
I went to see Beethoven's 5th Symphony tonight. It was pretty good. A lot of old, white people there. It was kind of depressing watching them move around. I guess they can still get coffee with friends. I hope. They can still read a good book. I hope. A lot of ill-fitting suits and sloppy formal clothing. I may have not been best dressed but these pants I was wearing man! Originally they were $995 but I got them for $15. I bought them when I was fat in hopes that one day I could wear them since it was such a good deal and they fit pretty well today. I was probably the best dressed in the whole theater besides the orchestra who were wearing tuxedos. There was the star pianist who came out in some all black like Chinese kung fu get up which was pretty baller. He was playing Liszt though which isn't my favorite. Kudos for playing Liszt though. Back in the day Liszt got all the bitches.
Resistance training today I'm glad I got it done. Not a lot of reps in reserve (RIR) to be found. Tension on the muscle was there all day. I guess it's slightly frustrating that I was moving the weights like an animal and then I decided to go slow, controlled, streeetch on the eccentric and really focus on good form and the muscle / mind connection. So, I went down in all the weights and have been moving back up but it still means I've been on the same weights for a while now which feels frustrating but it is what has to be done. In reality, I have gone up quite a bit with good form and the tension on the muscle and growth stimulation with reduced risk of injury is clearly the better play. I am extremely glad to have the day off tomorrow though. Much much needed.
I got to do a lot of people watching tonight. About the only THOT in the building was this women who was in charge of fundraising for the orchestra. I felt bad for her because she had to smile in everyone's face and shake hands and she was practically sucking off this 90 year old patron. I feel like that could be her natural personality / propensity which would piss me the hell off. Some of these mo fuckers gave $50k+ in a year to the orchestra. That's crazy. There was a lot of them too.
I'm just happy with my gym THOTs. They make me happy. Symphony THOTs are always wearing gaudy jewelry and expensive dresses and shit. Gym THOTs give me hope. Backless leotards + a back pump is so much sexier than some designer dress and ostentatious jewelry.
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